[mature//no rape] At the age of 14, Eiravyne had endured a life-altering burn inflicted by her father, a punishment she believed was a manifestation of her own inadequacies: her perceived lack of beauty, worth, and intellect. It wasn’t until a horrific massacre claimed her entire family that she had learned the true nature of her suffering. The burn had not merely been a mark of her father’s cruelty but a binding ritual linking her to Duke Ilkar Skivarion, the very man she had been taught to fear above all. As Eiravyne was thrust into an arranged marriage with the Duke, she found herself entangled in a treacherous web of political power and intrigue. Amidst the chaos, she uncovered a staggering truth: her abusive family had not been her true lineage. Instead, she was the heir to the Sangrevers—a feared and formidable bloodline notorious for its depraved, lustful, manipulative, and twisted behavior…Afamily that was eradicated by the king for their own treason . With this revelation, Eiravyne faced a new nightmare. Duke Ilkar, convinced that she inherited the worst traits of her scandalous mother, regarded her as nothing more than a means to serve his own ambitions, while Eiravyne's deepest desire was to belong to a family that truly loved and accepted her. ******* Updates: 02 chapter /day Genre: fanatasy, female lead, romance,magic, obssessive male lead, good support side side characters, a lot of intimacy, enemies to lovers, powerful couple, evil and good , bad boy .forced marriage Cover: is mine, it is commissioned, i don't alow anyone to use it . The art of this novel is also comissioned ------------------- Follow me on instagram: isaac_black2013 Discord server : https://discord.gg/VNH4pKgyT3 ko-fi page: https://ko-fi.com/isaacblack ------------------- Check out my other contracted works: For male lead: *First Stygian Diviner: Apocalypse *Villain's Supremacy For female lead: *I created the villain *The body we shared .
Eiravyne had wanted to strangle him, to end it all while he slept. But now, as she lay beneath him, pinned and helpless, she knew there was no escape from his wrath.
Her eyes fluttered shut as the last vestiges of her strength ebbed away, leaving her with only the bitter truth that had been gnawing at her soul.
"I w-want to cut… this a-act," she began, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with a steely resolve. "I'll be t-truly and p-painfully h-honest with you, Ilkar."
Her words hung in the air, and she could feel him tense above her, his grip on her wrists tightening just slightly.
Eiravyne's breath hitched, and she forced herself to continue, the words tearing at her as they left her lips.
"I c-can't even…. stand to l-look at you, Ilkar S-Skivarion," she admitted, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and despair.
"You rep-pulse me… everything about you. And now… now you have every right to p-punish me, don't you?"